I was sure I was coming down with a cold. Extra congestion with body aches signaled the onset. But I was determined to get started on the angel.
I’ve been saying “I’m supposed to be painting angels,” for a couple years. When a new thrift store, “Angels Among Us,” opened near my neighborhood, I started to think about painting an angel on the side of their building. So I got some scrap wood and practiced by painting the angel sculpture in their store.
Then I used the other side of the scrap of wood to experiment.
During this time of contemplating angels, I started painting a wind up musical PINK robed Santa Clause I bought at our church yard sale, because he played “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” and I wanted to paint his robe red. Who ever heard of a pink Santa? Working on this simple project helped me realize how much I love painting, coloring, and making art of any kind.
So, Saturday, in spite of feeling congested and achy, I bought the paint and went to “Angels Among Us,” a place where they they give away extra gloves and hats to kids. And they always have a free box outside. Here’s their Facebook page:
I discovered how to use the existing rough white background instead of white paint to create highlights. But even cooler than that, was how my cold symptoms went away when I got in the painting zone. I didn’t even notice that it was getting cold as the sun moved toward the horizon. I live in the south, so by cold, I mean below 65 degrees. The wind chill might have been close to 60 by the time I finished for the day. But my cold symptoms were gone!
I could tell my body was fighting something off. Painting was, and is, my tonic. Okay, I took a little echinacea, but the natural high of making art was what really kicked that virus’ butt. I’m convinced.
Painting the thrift store angel wasn’t all smooth sailing. I couldn’t get her hands right. Then after getting the basic form on the first day, I stepped back and saw that one arm was clearly longer than the other, and one wing was way smaller than the other. So today, I took some vacation time from my job to fix her and give her a halo.
Even though painting this angel on the side of the building had it’s challenges, it was exciting and fulfilling. It felt right to be doing what I was supposed to be doing.
Painting is coming back home to my soul. It’s about time.
My mom, who passed away a few years ago, collected angels. I wonder if she had anything to do with this. I think she’s smiling.